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Ok wow...love yu guys THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS AND WONDERFUL VOTES!!
Almost All of your guesses WERE RIGHT!! For those of you who didn't guess right..which I think is a small number of you....tsk tsk tsk....lol not yur fault. Ok this chapter is AMAZING!! You'll enjoy it for sure!! Yu'll see what I mean at the end!! OK ENJOY!! RECAP: Blake and Vicky are at the agency and there Vicky meets DAVE!! "DAVE??" I asked surprised. Ohh...this is all making sense now. Dave was the waiter from the restaurant. Wait a minute. He isn't a waiter...it was just a disguise!! He was there to catch Ryan!! God am I smart or what?? Dave looked at me and then smirked. "David, but you can call me Dave I guess" He said looking at me all interested. I smiled back. Who would've thought that a sexy waiter could be a hot cop!! "David, I wanted to talk to you about..." Blake stopped and looked at me, his eyes contained something. I couldn't quiet catch it. He shook his head and then looked back at David. "About James. I am sure you got the news." Blake's voice came out all business. I looked at David and then back at Blake. James?? What news?? Were they talking about my mother, and what happened?? "Yes, I got it, he's a b- Never mind, but we'll catch him no time, first we need to get our hands on..." He shut up and looked at me. I looked at Blake in time to catch the stare that he was giving David. But I knew what David was saying. Trevor!! Yep, my brother. "Do you two need me to go away, so you can discuss your plan about my brother?? I'll go" My voice came out chill, and all cool. Seriously if they couldn't talk about my brother in front of me, then might as well leave. Blake and David looked at each other. "No, No you can stay, there's not much to discuss, more of action. Vicky if you could help us with some things, then it will make our job easier." David said with a little nervousness. What?? They want me to help them catch my own brother?? Ok, this is funny!! Note the sarcasm. "What??" I asked giving them a surprise look. My eyebrows instantly went up. How am I supposed to help them? "Well, we thought...you see... you know Trevor better than us and you might be able to help us.....catch him." He whispered the last part, but I heard him loud and clear. Anger rushed inside me. They wanted me to help them catch my brother. Oh...this is why Blake brought me here. I looked at Blake, and stared daggers at him. "WOAH!! I have nothing to do with this." He said backing up a little. He had nothing to do with this?? Are you serious?? That made me madder. "Why? Aren't you a cop?? Aren't you the one who's supposed to be catching my brother??" Anger showed clearly in my voice. I mean if they wanted to catch my brother, they better do it without me. I remembered my dream, and shuttered. That was the worst nightmare, and I am not going to end up in that situation. NO WAY!! "Vicky, I thought up of the idea. Blake didn't want you to know about this, but since you already found out about it yourself, then I thought maybe you know what's right and might help us. We're not asking you to trap him or anything like that. Just tell us where he is most likely to go." He said trying to explain to me slowly. Control your anger Vicky!! I was fuming. If I told them I was going to meet Trevor tomorrow, they will catch him for sure!! I have to talk to Trevor about this. Probably tell him to give it up and surrender. "No, I don't know anything. What do you think? I know where he deals; I know where he's hiding. NO!! I don't know anything!!" I yelled at them. I didn't know...right?? I felt like I was going to burst! All eyes were on me. Why do I always get the spot light, when I hate it so much?? I wanted to run away, but then that would just be stupid. I looked around and my eyes stopped on this girl. I narrowed my eyes trying to see her perfectly. She looks so familiar. Too familiar. She was average size though a little short well most likely if she takes off her pink heels. You could probably call her a midget. Her blonde hair was curled. She wore tight jeans and a light pink tank top. Who was she? I couldn't see her properly because her back was to me and she was talking to a guy. "Vicky" Blake called my name pulling me back to our not so nice conversation. I looked at him. For a moment, I had forgotten I was mad at them. "Ya??" I asked crossing my arms. If they still think I am going to help them, then they are WRONG!!
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